Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

"As for the firewall next to the apartment, since the owner who won the bid wrapped himself in a plastic sheet and committed suicide here, it has been hanging here, and no one dares to touch it."

"Because this used to be a cemetery."

Otonashi Fang looked at the closed building next to the apartment and said.

"The cemetery?" Xiaolan's expression turned ugly.

"Hahaha, let's talk slowly after entering the room." Otonashi Fangyi walked in front and led the way.

Otoi Hiroshi parked the car aside and sighed helplessly.

Why did I go to see some ghosts with them...

Originally, I was thinking of finishing the work early and going to see Ai Jiang.

"So, this kind of place is really suitable for haunting." Conan said.

Hiroshi Otoi nodded, agreeing with his words.

Entering the dark corridor, Xiaolan whispered to Mori Kogoro: "Father, I think we should go back..."

"It would be bad if you came across something unclean in a place like this."

Kogoro Maoli was also interested in the ghosts that the old man said, so he said to Mao Lilan, "It's really long-winded. If it doesn't work, I'll let Mr. Otoni take you back first."

"Wouldn't it be more terrifying if I went home alone? I think Conan is also so keen on ghosts, so it's impossible to go back with me." Mao Lilan said in horror.

"It's okay, I can stay with you at home." Hiroshi Otoi smiled.

"Is it really possible?" Mao Lilan asked in a low voice.

Mori Kogoro and Conan turned their heads and shouted at the same time: "Of course not!"

Xiaolan looked at Hiroshi Otoi.

Otoi Hiroshi spread his hands, there was nothing he could do.

"Oh~ It's really strange, I thought the haunted trend of this apartment has become a thing of the past with memory." A man in a blue sweater came downstairs.

"I didn't expect that there would be people watching the fun."

"It seems that there is another good show to watch tonight."

He gave a weird smile.

Hey, no one is going to die again...

Otoni Hiroshi curled his lips, is there such a self-destruct?

Since it is so obvious, then you must be the murderer.

"Good show?" Mori Kogoro asked curiously.

"That's right." Fancho Kikuji stepped forward, "Isn't it often said that the more crowded a place is, the more likely it is to be haunted."

After speaking, he walked out directly.

Leaving Moori Kogoro standing there a little upset.

"Who is this guy?" Mori Kogoro looked at Otonashi Yoshiichi.

"He is Mr. Bancho who lives in Room 4. I heard that he works in a model shop, and he will make some scary dolls in the room when he has nothing to do." Yoshiichi Otonashi replied.

"Father, I think we'd better go back." Xiaolan begged.

"what?"

"If you really encounter a ghost, what should you do?" Xiaolan looked serious.

Then the sound of flushing the toilet startled her sensitive again.

"What are you afraid of?" A fat man in green clothes came out of the toilet, "It will be more lively if you stay."

"It's so boring to be deserted recently."

"Come out, cute ghosts." As he spoke, he opened the door and returned to his room.

"Who is this?" Mori Kogoro asked again.

"He is Mr. Yotsuya from Room 2. He is very fond of special photography, and the room is full of that kind of video tapes." Otonashi Fangichi walked towards the second floor.

"That kind of thing isn't worth seeing at all, and taking those phantoms that don't exist in the first place as the subject is simply stupid to the extreme." A young man with glasses stood in front of him.

"Isn't your room No. 1?" Otonashi Fang raised her head and asked. m.23sk.net

"Someone was using the toilet on the first floor just now, so I have to go to the second floor." The man wearing glasses walked downstairs.

"However, if you want to dance with ghosts, it has nothing to do with me. I just ask you not to make too much noise."

"If I can't make that paper tomorrow, you can't afford it."

Watch him walk back to the room on the first floor.

Hiroshi Otoi lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Plus Otonashi Yoshiichi, this time it's one of four choices...

Chapter 116 The Tragic Woman on the TV Screen

"This one again?" Mori Kogoro asked.

"Mr. Peony is studying at the graduate school, and he is the only person living here who hasn't seen a ghost yet," Otonashi Yoshiichi said.

Later, under the leadership of Otonashi Yoshiichi, everyone came to his room and knelt on the ground around the small round table.

I have to say that the overall atmosphere of this apartment is really not very comfortable.

Otoi Hiroshi lived in a similar apartment for a while in his previous life when he was very young.

The corridors are dimly lit, and the doorways of each room are filled with everyday things, leaving only a little aisle for people to pass through.

Occasionally, the broken lights in the corridor flickered, and now I think about it, it's horrifying.

Sometimes I come home late, and because of fear, I can only wait at the door for a while, waiting for a neighbor to pass by, and then follow the neighbor carefully back home.

It's fun to think about it now.

"According to what you said, you originally lived here with eight tenants, and now half of them have been scared away by ghosts." Mori Kogoro looked at Otonashi Yoshiichi.

"That's right, in fact, this whole thing started to happen after I saw a ball of will-o'-the-wisp floating in the building next door in the middle of the night one day."

"At first, none of the other tenants believed in such hauntings."

"Afterwards, either the water in the toilet turned red, or a gloomy figure appeared outside the window, peeking at the situation inside the house, or someone lost his mind and saw some terrifying and frightening sight."

"The strange thing is that this kind of thing happened one after another. Later, even TV stations and magazines came to interview me."

Otonashi Fangyi told what happened.

Conan held his little hand and asked curiously: "Then why haven't you moved out, Grandpa?"

"Hahaha, half of my body is already in the coffin, so there's nothing to be afraid of." Otonashi replied with a smile.

"Besides, I've lived here for so many years, and I'm already used to it."

"But you don't have to worry too much. Even if there are ghosts, they won't come out until the sky gets dark."

Upon hearing this, Mao Lilan immediately stood up and said with a forced smile, "Let's go back!"

"Hey..." Conan was still a little curious and didn't want to leave.

"What are you!" Xiaolan glared at him.

Mori Kogoro looked at the time and said, "Just wait a little longer, it's quite interesting here."

"You really..." Xiaolan glanced at him helplessly and sat down again.

"In this case, let's sit until around seven o'clock." Otoi Hiroshi said aloud.

Several people nodded in agreement with his statement.

But there was nothing to do while sitting idle, and everyone fell asleep on the table inexplicably.

Hiroshi Otoi is no exception.

I don't know if it was because I was too tired that night or what.

In short, after sitting for a while, he leaned against the window and fell asleep.

While everyone was sleeping soundly, the sky gradually darkened.

The moon clocks in for work.

And the time slowly came to ten o'clock in the evening.

Because the lights were not turned on, the whole room was pitch black.

Suddenly, the TV screen in the room lit up.

A faint voice came from the TV...

"Get out... get out for me..."

Xiaolan who was closest to the TV slowly opened her eyes, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the TV.

The face of a burnt woman appeared on the TV screen, black blood dripping from the rotting corpse.

The woman's wide-eyed eyes kept shedding tears of resentment, and she kept saying:

"Hurry up... get out of... this place..."

Mao Lilan's heart was instantly occupied by fear, and his pupils were filled with haze.

In his dream, Hiroshi Otoi was lying on Xiao Ai's lap, enjoying Hongzi's massage, and eating the grapes delivered by Belmode.

Suddenly, a shrill scream shattered the dream.

Opening his eyes, he jumped up suddenly, only to realize that it was Xiaolan's cry.

"What's the matter, Ran?" Otoi Hiroshi asked.

"That..." Mao Lilan pointed to the TV screen in fear.

Hiroshi Otoi turned his head, and saw a bleak picture vaguely just now.

The screen then disappeared.